Another blog within 24 hours? Who's your Daddy?
That question is obviously directed at Luca.
Actually, that reminds me - did I mention the brief period we went through a few months ago when he called me Gary for a few days? Carole and I try to remember to call each other Mummy and Daddy when he's around but Carole had obviously slipped, leaving our whippet brained youngster with Father tormenting ammunition. "Gary" he cried at me with glee. "No, not Gary, Daddy" I would exasperatingly call back at him. "No, it's Gary!" he'd shout before rolling around on the ground in hysterics.
Sorry, I digress. Liz left this morning to venture back to the land of cathedrals and pubs with glass floors (Lincoln). A real shame, but perhaps the timing works out well. I'd given Carole a copy of the zombie computer game "Left 4 Dead" yesterday which resulted in her staying up till the small hours glued to it. Indeed, with zombie shooting games being to Carole what heroin is to Amy Winehouse I've surely dropped a clanger there. Fire department be on guard, Gary will be cooking for the next week or so......
Many thanks to all who voted in the recent poll. As decided by majority vote Luca will now receive a short haircut. I'd hoped his Granny's would venture out with him yesterday to the barbers (Granny Jo came through for the afternoon to yap with Grandma Liz), but excessive coffee drinking and manic Grandson activity put the khybosh on that.
With this being the case, my Saturday morning activities now include finding a hairdresser for Luca. As it's been quite some time since I last visited such an establishment (10 years? At least) I've had to rely on the "Yellow Pages" to find somewhere.
Perhaps I could take Ross too?
Hopefully Saturday will be a little warmer than of late, with windscreen ice scraping being a regular task this past week. Luca, contrarily to most kids, noticibly feels the cold ("It's cold Daddy" he'll say as he snuggles into my chest, "We go inside quick quick") so I'd rather not have our usual weekend adventures with him shivering like a bald penguin. After the barber we intend on hitting the shops and library in Aberdeen on Saturday, while on Sunday we'll follow the same route when making tracks for the "Kids Club" at the cinema. It's "Monsters V Aliens" at the movies this weekend, and I have to admit I'm probably looking forward to it more than he is.
We're also - provisionally - booked to go to the pantomime on Sunday, but with curtains opening at 7pm I'm a little worried about Luca. He has a tendency to get very grumbly and awkward if his bedtime routine is shifted. I'm going to try to exchange the tickets (I got them free from my company) for a matinee performance instead.
Carole has her works Christmas party on Saturday night too - albeit if she can drag herself away from the laptop! That said, I'm not sure I trust her to go. I had a dream last night that she was having an affair with some bloke from "Edwards" pub. Now obviously this was just a dream, but was I justified in being upset with Carole when we woke this morning? Hmmm, perhaps not.....
However, I'm waffling more than a Birds Eye serrated potato. The purpose of the blog is to update on all Luca related activities. I've probably been slight in my descriptions of such this week, due mainly to my letting his Grandma spend as much time with him as possible. That said, he's still been a scoundrel whenever the opportunity has arisen. Indeed, his favourite tactic of late (when trying to delay bedtime) is to pretend he doesn't hear you when you tell him to come upstairs, and even when he's left with no choice he'll change the subject. For example:-
"Luca, bedtime"
"Luca, bedtime"
"LUCA, BEDTIME!"
"What is it Daddy?"
"IT'S BEDTIME LUCA!"
"Daddy, come here, we play dinosaurs now..."
And so on - I think you get the picture.
**Useless fact of the day - Bedtime is a parenting process of promoting and supporting the physical, emotional, social, and intellectual development of a child from infancy to adulthood... tradition in the West that involves, to a greater or lesser extent, rituals made to help children feel more secure, and become accustomed to a comparatively more rigid schedule of sleep than they would quite often prefer. It may involve stories, songs, nursery rhymes, and/or methods of coaxing the children into changing into their pyjamas**
I know, that's my worst useless fact ever
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